"In my fantasies, you bent me over and fucked me hard, Coach."
From Create Your Own Story
"Yeah?" he says, and gives you that crooked grin again.
He rises, and climbs down from the third bench to the second, letting his towel fall, and then to the first bench, where his hands take your naked ass.
"Oh God," you moan, and press your hands against the bench above you, bracing yourself.
"Like this?" the coach says, rubbing his hard cock between your ass cheeks. You're both so slick with sweat, and your ass still has some lube and cum from before, that you press back against him, desperate.
"Like that," you say.
He laughs, and pushes his cock into you, inching his cock into you until his balls and stomach press against you. "Nice," he says, in a ragged voice. "And you want it hard, eh?"
"Yes," you manage.
He obliges. With a grunt, he starts to fuck you, throwing his weight and muscle behind every thrust. You push back against him, getting his cock as far into your hole as you can, and gasping and yelping at his onslaught. In the steam-filled room, your bodies are slick and wet, and his cock feels like fire in your ass. He grips your waist tight, and thrusts harder and harder, grunting with every thrust.
It doesn't take long at that pace for the coach to growl, "fuck!" His cock surges three times inside you, breeding your hole with his sperm. You feel your own cock erupt, without even touching yourself, at the intensity of what is happening - the coach is fucking you! The coach!
He pulls out after he cums, and you feel his spunk slick down the side of your thigh. He slaps your ass.
"Thanks, boy."
"No, thank you, coach," you say, slowly sinking to the bench.
He climbs past you and gets his towel, which he wipes his dick with, then wraps around his waist.
"See you around, boy," he says, and leaves.
You take a moment to tug your towel back on, feeling thouroughly fucked.
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